“Oh yes, I love good wine, I just don’t get to have it very often,” her face lit up when she smiled, “Do you drink wine often?” she asked. �...�Ah, no not a lot. My mom used to let us have a little on special occasions, but that’s about it. But I liked it,” I answered truthfully. “I drank a lot of wine when I was in Italy, it was so good, I loved it. I haven’t really had much since I came back.” she said. “You were in Italy?” I asked intrigued. Traveling that far to visit a foreign country seemed. Lock it.Now her waist. Straps only. Tight, very tight. No gag yet, she may vomit when she revives. Where?s her purse? Must find it! In her cart? Yeah! Quick. Back to the van. No one has seen me? I think. I?ll start to drive. Carefully, don?t get nervous! No mistakes. Observe all traffic regs, must not get stopped. A long drive to home. Be careful! I did it! I did it! I got her! I?m ready to cum again. Wait, wait for home. Listen for girl.There?s that abandoned gas station. Stop. Open. (I always cry when I hear "Silentnight", "Nearer my God to Thee" or "Amazing Grace" as some other peopledo) Tears started to flow and I couldn't stop them. I just tried not toweep aloud. A man wasn't expected to cry and I tried to keep my tears atleast till we came home where I could hide in my room. I cried a lotthese days and during burial I'd dropped not a single tear standing allthe time by side of my father. There were we - the Grabowski family - thefather and the son. After my mother's. She wasn't sure when she had started to love this man, a man that she had only met the day before, but she couldn't deny that she did. She was surprised to feel some of the same feelings for some of the women, especially Mei. It was more confusing, but somehow it also seemed right. She knew that if she thought too much about it, she would convince herself that it was wrong, and she didn't want it to be wrong. She wanted the love that these people shared and she wanted to be one of them. More.